they said we came so late,
at a time most unfortunate...
theirs was a time of 'many';
flowing with milk and honey
they ate with spoon of gold-
in plates of similar mold
they dine and ate and dine,
till the earth gave a whine...
they said the honey is gone,
the honeycomb is worn;
the land was fat and green-
but now is sick and lean
we ask, 'what made it so? '
they point to long ago
they thought we lack the know,
of what happened long ago...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem